【Josie】The Red Beast

Etsuko killed the man she loved deeply, breaking his cervical spine with the first blow, and ending his life with the second blow.Etsuko said: "He tortured me. This kind of fate is the inevitable retribution for his torture. No one is allowed to torture me..."

"...no one can torture me."

【B.】

Joseph Joestar squatted on the street, watching the ice cream truck covered with beautiful flower paper coming from the end of the road, and then following the traffic flow into the alley, the beautiful girls dressed in fashion on the street were wearing red floral headscarves, The waist and hips draw a beautiful arc when walking back and forth.In the past, he would have pouted his lips, whistled a few times in a frivolous and loud manner, and made a nondescript naval salute.Most of those beautiful women would turn their heads and stare at him, and those who knew more about style would pout and blink their eyes, and those who knew more would print a few bright lip prints on their business cards.This is really interesting, but it can only be done here, because he promised Grandma Alina that he would uphold the bottom line of a gentleman and be a good boy.While it's true that he's been in the game a half-dozen times for some silly reason, he really hasn't offended in this regard.

My young self watched the TV screen secretly between the fingers of my grandma. The woman kissed the man in the torrential rain with her feet on her feet. The width of the gap between the fingers was limited, and all I could see were two blurred figures. The ten-year-old He raised his head and protested to grandma that he was already an older child, but Grandma Alina pinched his face with a smile and called him a cunning trick.

"Joseph wants to do those things with the people he likes."

The cheap soda sugar made the palate slightly numb, and the tip of the tongue licked the aroma of saccharin, which was so sweet that it felt bitter.He put one hand in his pocket, and with the other he held the mille-feuille shortening that he had bought from the corner of the street for more than an hour. He walked slowly with his eyelashes down, until his shadow was also swallowed by the darkness of the alley.

I know, people I like.

So it doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman.The young man thought so.

"Cesar—I'm back—" He opened the door and called out the names of the people in the room.The voice was weak, like calling a dog.No one in the room responded. Although the person hadn't responded to him since he rented the house, it was too quiet this time.He yelled a few more times, but it was still abnormally quiet.He suddenly seemed to realize something, and finally showed a flustered expression.Without taking off his shoes, he rushed into the room with the paper bag in his hand, and didn't stop until he saw the man lying on the bed.

Ah, not running away.

"I said you, even if you are angry, respond to me." Putting the paper bag on the bedside table, Joseph sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and patted the other person's waist. "I thought you ran away again..." He sighed, curled his thumb, and pressed his knuckles between his eyebrows, with grievance hidden in his voice.

"That's too much, Caesar."

Cesare Zeppelin didn't answer him, to be precise, he trembled violently the moment Joseph patted his waist.As if he couldn't breathe, he whimpered softly, and the young man who pressed his waist remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to untie the shackle in the man's mouth and went out, so he hurriedly went to unlock the buckle, which took a lot of time. It took a lot of effort to remove the shackle in the few seconds before the other party choked on him.

"Jojo..." The blond Italian man coughed a few times, his well-defined body curled up subconsciously, his voice was probably hoarse, and his voice was low and light. "...Take...Take it out...Jojo."

Only then did Joseph realize that the guy's trembling hadn't stopped.

Cesare Zeppelin had his back to him, and the blanket only covered his waist. Even though his body was covered with scars, his whole body was still beautiful and strong.Those flesh-colored lines were originally the source of tearing the man apart, but now they grow on his body like glue.Now the dim yellow light of the setting sun came in, outlining the scene in front of him like a world-famous painting.Although the protagonist of this famous painting is trembling to the point of collapse because of the massage stick in his buttocks.

"But that's not what your eyes say, little Caesar." He leaned over, resting his chin on the man's shoulder, and blowing the man's bangs off his face with his breath.Then he saw the sideways eye.Covered with emerald irises, it is loose and out of focus, and I don't know if I am looking at myself.The man was obviously soaked in sweat, but his skin was still slightly cool. He was in a good mood and helped the other party stroke his bangs to the side of his ear, and turned over the guy who couldn't restrain his trembling. "Look at you, you look so comfortable, if it weren't for this place..." The palm that had been baked in the sun for two hours was stuck to the cold body, like a soldering iron.The hand slowly slid down to touch the erect penis, the pad of the index finger gently rubbed at the top, and then pressed down firmly.

"...I should have ejaculated until I was dehydrated."

The blond Zeppelin screamed uncontrollably, almost biting his own tongue.A man is like a dying fish, trapped in this dry bed, struggling with the last of his strength.But it’s still useless, the smooth urethral stick is against Sisar’s prostate, just sticking it in makes him weak all over, now being pressed down so hard, the thoughts of “it’s going to break” are filled in an instant brain.The massage stick was suddenly churned by the intestines and swallowed deeper. The playboy who usually moves freely among women at this moment raised his neck and widened his eyes.

"That expression is great, Caesar." Joseph seemed to have discovered something interesting, and his tone was pleasantly surprised.The young man supported the Italian's cheek to kiss him, stuck his tongue in, and lightly licked the somewhat stiff tongue of the Italian.

It's a pity that I didn't bring a camera, otherwise I would definitely take a few photos as souvenirs.He was quite sorry.

The soda candy had been crushed by him a long time ago, and it melted into his saliva, making the whole mouth taste sweet.He sucked Caesar's tongue in his mouth, swallowed it bit by bit, and then squeezed Caesar's lips, as if he wanted to eat his whole body.Really, this Italian sex guy is obviously sweet, even if he eats candy, he can taste the sweetness of the other party.After kissing like this for an unknown amount of time, the tongue finally began to soften. It curled around Joseph's tongue tremblingly, slowly responding to this suffocating kiss.

Youth is the best aphrodisiac.Even if he almost died at that time, he was still alive and kicking months later, so energetic that it only took a few kisses to get his cock hard.Hateful physiology, damn Cesar Zeppelin.Cursing in his heart, not knowing whether he was cursing himself or the other party, the young man ran to the window with his crotch puffed up and closed the curtains, stepped back a few steps, and threw off the thin blanket on the bed Like a quilt.

"Wow, that looks really embarrassing." Joseph sighed as he put Zeppelin's legs on his shoulders.The man was lying on the bed, sunken in the cushion, his lower body was wet.The lower abdomen was tense because he couldn't express it, and he twitched lightly from time to time, his whole body seemed to be stretched to a certain limit, only the last straw would break.Be it physical or mental.

Pitiful.Joseph darkened his eyes with emotion.He leaned down, kissed Caesar's wrists tied together by belts lightly, then straightened up and bit the flesh inside the man's knees with his head sideways.He bit hard enough, allowing the temporarily fragmented guy below to regain consciousness of the body, pain is always easier to bear than pleasure, those green eyes are wet, condensed on the light-colored eyelashes.Cesar Zeppelin remained silent.The young man let go, and then licked the red bite marks to make the water shine. He took off the leather motorcycle gloves, revealing his metal prosthetic limbs.

"It's a pity, otherwise this hand would be able to feel the body temperature of Sisar." The black prosthetic limb held Zeppelin's knee and slowly folded the person in half. The back hole, separated, inserted deeply.At the same time, he bit the end of the urethral rod with his teeth, and slowly pulled the thin metal tube out.

"Ha...no...no...ha...ha...Jojo..."

Really bad.Whether it's the thing that's so hard it hurts, or the heaving of Zeppelin's chest and the gasping that seems to be dying.When the stick and the massager were pulled out, Caesar trembled all over. Joseph's hand holding his lower abdomen was like a wedge, nailing the whole person on the execution rack, and finally those fatal things left completely. But the hand encircled the penis again.He was suppressed to ejaculate again.

The young man laughed softly, the fabric of his crotch rubbed against the Italian's wet buttocks, he whispered in the Italian's ear like a devil, breathing sticky hot air.

"Joseph is not happy yet, why can Cesar go first—"

The metal prosthetic limb skillfully tore off the belt and trouser chain, and sure enough, the thing had lost patience, jumped out and stood at attention to salute, and slapped the opponent's inner thigh.After a long period of development, the back acupoint is already soft enough, except for the initial blockage, the process of entering it was quite smooth, holding his breath, he did not relax until it was completely in.At this moment, the person under him couldn't even utter a complete sentence.His chest heaved violently, his emerald eyes were a little out of focus, his hands were trapped and folded in front of his chest, his ten fingers twisted and convulsed without a trace.

No matter how many times he does it, this guy always looks very uncomfortable.

He looked at the appearance of the man below, and simply grabbed the man, making the bound arms wrap around his neck.Joseph likes this pose, because it not only allows the body to get closer, but also makes two people appear... two people what?He froze suddenly, whether it was his muscles or his consciousness, and when he figured it out, he became angry again, and didn't think about it so much, he broke the guy's knee and pushed it in hard.

Obviously they are not even bed partners.

The back acupoint is moist and soft, lubricated by olive oil and soaked in intestinal juice, and the acupoint has been manipulated for a long time and becomes a ripe rosy red.Whether it's the tight skin on the inside or the continuous pulling out and inserting of the dick, it's full of bright water, and his brain is going to be muddy from the comfort, so I can't wait to explain it here.Either the bastard Sisar sucked him dry, or he fucked the playboy to death, and the two of them died together like this, and they were still together until they died.But that didn't work, his other half of his soul knew it was embarrassing, and Grandma Elena would be sad when she knew her grandson did such absurd things.

"Ah...Jo...Jojo...Ugh...Jojo...Jojo!..."

It was a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.The voice of a man teasing a woman is clear and soft, with a unique flirtatious flair. The voice of a man teasing him is gentle and low, reassuring from the inside out, but no matter what, a man has never made such a voice.Raising his throat, it was soft and weak, full of the sweetness of lust.Cesar Zeppelin is a devil, a liar, and all the hateful things in the world.Joseph gritted his teeth, his nose sore after thinking about it.He obviously put on that hypocritical and cold look, but his eyes were red as if they were about to shed tears.

"Xisa...Xisa..." He yelled the name in a hoarse voice, chewing up his love and hatred, as if he wanted to melt into this guy's flesh and blood.The penis receded to the mouth of the hole, and then pushed against Xisa's sensitive spot fiercely.The young man with blond hair and blue eyes couldn't even utter a broken moan. He raised his head, his back and neck bent into a beautiful arc, like a white bird flapping its wings.

He leaned over and kissed the birthmark on the other's cheek, and tasted the moisture in his mouth, whether it was sweat or tears.

It was Caesar's fault.Pushing the man into the bed and continuing the sex, the blood rushed to his head, and he affirmed his point for the umpteenth time in his stupor.

Obviously it was all Sisar's fault.

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Life is like an ocean.It is boundless, stormy, full of violence, destruction, and endless condemnation.But it is also sparkling, blue still.

[A.]

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Joseph Joestar nearly lost someone important that year.

His brother, Caesar Andrio Zeppelin, had a violent fight with him on the eve of the final battle with the ancient warrior.At that time, he said a lot of things that hurt the Italian man's self-esteem and glory, but the waywardness that had been indulged for more than ten years blocked the apology in his throat.So he just watched Ceasar Zeppelin go into the hotel.

And the opponent was almost buried here.

This "almost" is also thanks to Heavenly Father.The young Joestar never believed in gods, but after learning the news that his brother was not dead, he did worship all kinds of gods and Buddhas countless times in his heart.No matter what it is, material or non-material, he is grateful.When his fingertips touched the last ripple, his brain went blank, he couldn't say he collapsed, and he didn't touch An Ran even at all. He only knew how to scream and cry, and shouted the other party's name.Later, Lisa Lisa said that his eyes were like a beast, those unnecessary complex emotions were stripped away by Zeppelin's "death", and in the end only the shocking obsession remained.Of course Joseph didn't know what he was obsessed with, but he knew that some things did dissipate with the other party's departure.Being pulled out of the soul abruptly, the pain is so extreme that I no longer have consciousness.

Maybe it was the white bird that exchanged his life for good luck for him.He tied the opponent's headband, successfully defeated Vaum, and also accidentally defeated the ultimate Kaz at the last minute.The ripples reflected by the redstone ejected the ancient creatures to the surface of the universe. They were immortal, burned in flames, and tortured by the hypocrisy of endless time.

Joseph thought his youth was over, before he heard the news from the excited maid that Caesar was not dead.Joseph Joestar always thought he was dreaming, so the young man clutched his brother's headband, wrapped himself in the quilt, bit the back of his hand and cried bitterly for a long time.

Because the nightmare is over.

He took Siji Q to raid the scene of his funeral, laughing loudly and preparing to give a hug to his brother who had wandered back from the brink of death, but he got all the astonished eyes from the audience, but not from that person.

So Joseph's smile froze on his face, and he almost thought that the nightmare hadn't ended yet.

"Qiaoqiao, it's really good that you're still alive." She turned her head and pressed her palm against the cold wall.Lisa Lisa stood in this absurd funeral, turned her head to look at the young man with her head hanging in front of her, the unqualified mother sighed silently, and put the cigarette back to the corner of her mouth.

slap.

The sound of the igniter rubbing, and the smoke coming out of the mouth after the brief burn of the flame.This time she didn't hold the cigarette upside down.

"If you want to ask Cesar, he should still be in the nursing home. The Germans found him from under the stone slabs. The foundation of the hotel collapsed. It is estimated that the battle shook the foundation, causing the stones and the ground to appear. Vacuum dead corner. Everyone thought that Caesar was dead, but I found that there were still ripples on his body." Lisa Lisa opened her eyes in the smell of perfume smoke, and found that Joseph standing opposite raised his head, two His blue eyes watched him from under his bangs.He is waiting for an explanation.Shaking off the soot, the woman rarely showed a stern look. "Even if he didn't die, the situation at that time was very dangerous. This is all he has left. I promised the German army that they would use the latest technology on Caesar, using ultra-low temperatures to put people in a state of "fake death", and then transplant seriously injured organs. "

Her lips parted, and she exhaled the smoke lightly.It sounded like a sigh, but I couldn't see the expression on his face.

"The operation was very successful. But that child, he seems stubborn and refuses to wake up."

"……where is he."

His biological mother looked up and handed Joseph an empty cigarette case.

"Go quickly." Lisa Lisa laughed, and her red pointed high-heeled shoes lightly kicked her son's calf.She watched the guy run out in a panic, only to realize that the kid had grown to the point where she needed to look up.

That day Joseph got on the plane with trembling hands, and walked off the plane with trembling calves.He nestled in the last position of the plane and suffered the most turbulence. This time the journey was uneventful. There was no kidnapping or hijacking, no time bombs, and no parts damaged or violent turbulence midway.Joseph stepped on the land of Italy in such a safe and secure manner, his steps were soft and soft, as if he was stepping on clouds.He made an ocean-going call to Grandma Alina from the phone booth on the streets of Venice, telling the old man that he wanted to play outside for a few months, and told her not to worry, and that he would definitely be able to return to the United States to spend Christmas with her before the snow fell.After hanging up the phone, Joseph kept on his way, glancing at the cursive characters on the cigarette pack from time to time, for fear that he might have misread the address.

It is the corner room on the third floor of Xinli Hospital.Joseph ran in the corridor without any image, with countless riots behind him.Regardless of dissuasion, the young Ripple soldier forcefully opened the door, and fell into the room with a series of little nurses behind him in a sliding posture.Nasty troublesome woman.He rubbed his face and stood up grinning, and then heard the familiar laughing sound.

He finally saw the man.

This guy who used to affectionately call himself jojo was leaning on the hospital bed in the nursing home, his eyes were gentle and narrow.Those white bandages wrapped around the neck from the waist, wrapping this guy up as if he had just been unearthed from the pyramid.There was light outside the window, and the light came in, leaving a clear line between light and dark on Zeppelin's face.Joseph Joestar stared, and suddenly didn't know what to say. He suddenly felt that the scene in front of him looked like a stained glass window on the ceiling of a church, or a colorful pantomime on a TV screen.Too real and too fake.Lisa Lisa, that old woman, is her own son so easy to deceive?He threw himself into his brother's arms like a deep-water torpedo, crying like a dog who lost a fight outside.

...he really, really really liked Caesar.

The battle in the hotel nearly cost Zeppelin his life, and although he survived in the end, the follow-up recovery took longer.Joseph apologized to Caesar, except that he had never been so pleasing to the eye in front of Grandma Alina, and unexpectedly, Caesar also said sorry to him.

"I'm so excited. I haven't told you about those things. It's normal for you not to understand." Caesar patted Joseph on the shoulder, and then stroked the guy's brown hair.

"Generally speaking, I also did something wrong."

So the man at 195 cried loudly again in disbelief. He crazily pressed the emergency bell in front of the hospital bed, yelling at Doctor Sisa, whose brain was broken, come and save him.Of course, the ending was that Joseph's stomach was punched twice fiercely by the senior brother lying on the hospital bed covered with veins.He clutched his stomach and curled up in the chair, sighing in pain and happiness that it was great that Caesar was really alive.

"I like you, Caesar." The British-American youth lowered his head and spoke loudly while peeling an apple.The voice of Sala Sala made the goosebumps of the Italian young man rise. He blocked his ears with his gauze-wrapped palms, and loudly scolded the young Joestar for his little childish jokes.I don't know if I heard the other party's confession as a joke.

So Joseph repeated again.

"Si-sa--I really like you so much--"